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They had not to tarry long. ” Anna promptly alighted with the letter in her hand. “Not possible. “Please let me drive you home. I have just come from him. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. You see, I have had to look after myself so long that I have developed a terrible bump of independence. ‘I assure you it suits her as Mary would not. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. Great stone staircases leading no one knew whither, and long gloomy passages, impressed the occasional visitor with the idea that he was traversing a building of vast extent; and, though this was not the case in reality, the deception was so cleverly contrived that it seldom failed of producing the intended effect. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. She could not see what occurred, though she guessed it; but she saw Jonathan's devilish triumphing glance, and read in it,—"Your son has committed a robbery—here—in these holy walls—he is mine—mine for ever!" She uttered a loud scream, and fainted.
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